Sherlock lied on his bed in Mycroft's home, his eyes unable to close. He blankly stared at the ceiling, his mind racing in circles. It felt as though he was staring at himself. Staring through a glass, a glass that he so badly wanted to shatter. He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel.
"Sherlock." Mycroft's voice came from the doorway softly, snapping from his drug-induced trance he looked up to Mycroft. "Where did you get it?" The detective was confused, he sat up and looked down at his hands. Their was a needle in hand, he looked to his arm. He had done heroin yet again. He didn't know how to answer Mycroft, as he didn't even remember taking it. "Well?"
"I don't remember." He said quietly, his voice cracked. "You need to stop." Mycroft said calmly, making his way over to his little brother and taking the needle. "Do you have anymore?"
"No. I don't." He whispered, sighing softly. "I'm not even high."
"It doesn't work for you anymore. You've become immune to it." He sighed, Flora stood in the doorway. "I'm coming dear." He kissed Sherlock's forehead and followed out his wife, taking her hand as he went.
The young redhead curled up in his bed, near tears. Everyone had somebody but him. He had his job. He had University. That was it. It wasn't enough. He hoped that one day, somehow, he'd find someone. That they'd put up with his need to be right, his selfishness, his intolerance to idiots, his late nights out, his drug problems, everything he found wrong with himself. Little did he know, there was someone for him. He just hadn't read his letter yet.
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Please Be John
FanfictionIn this (BBC) Sherlock AU Sherlock Holmes is given a pen pal named John Watson for an university assignment. Finally. Sherlock has made a friend. A best friend, and he had never even met him. Well, until now. ***** SORRY ABOUT THE WONKY SPACING; I...
